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But, just the same," he added, "it's a good argument. I tried it on the gang up to the post-office last night. I says to 'em, says I, 'Work's all right. I believe in it. I'm a workin' man, myself. But to work when you don't have to is wrong. Take Ros Paine, I says " "Why should you take me?" I interrupted, rather sharply. "'Cause you're the best example I could think of.
For it is not the function of any mortal, in Downing Street or elsewhere here below, to wag the tongue of him, and make it appear that he has done work; but to wag some quite other organs of him, and to do work; there is no danger of his work's appearing by and by. Such an accomplishment, even in constitutional countries, I grieve to say, may become much less than nothing.
I hung my head in shame. I felt the justice of the accusation. It has always been my dream to run a newspaper and own a theatre. "If we worked only for what we could spend," he went on, "the City might put up its shutters to-morrow morning. What I want to get at the bottom of is this instinct that drives us to work apparently for work's own sake.
The Injuns are outlyin' every where to cut off our mails, and the ready is too much wanted to be thrown away. No, no: the river work's the safest I take it, for there they little expect it to come. "The voice of the last speaker, excited in me a strong desire to see the face of Desborough's visiter.
"Well, Mr. Tompkins, you're a wonder, and when there's a new cook to be engaged for the Y.D. I shall think of you." "Indeed I wish you would, Ma'am," he said, earnestly. "This road work's all right, and nobody ever cooked for a better boss than Mr. Transley savin' it would be your father, Ma'am but I'm a man of family, an' it's pretty hard " "Family, did you say, Mr. Tompkins?
He that hath seen me, hath seen the Father; and how sayest thou then, Show us the Father? Believest thou not that I am in the Father, and the Father in me? The words that I speak unto you, I speak not of myself; hut the Father, that dwelleth in me, he doeth the works. Believe me that I am in the Father, and the Father in me, or else believe me for the very work's sake."
Then Baxter queried indifferently: "Same ole lay?" "Not me," replied the deep, low voice. "Every man to his work. My work's mullockin' in a reservoy, with a new-chum weaver from Leeds for a mate, an' a scoop that's nyther make nor form, an' the ten worst bullocks ever was yoked." "Well, Bob," said I; "though you gave me a fright, I must congratulate you. I heard you were dead."
"In nine of our camps back on the river the work's running full already. I've a whole big yarn for our boys. But right here I've got what's better. It's the only thing that'll clinch the yarn I'm going to hand 'em.
"You do your own cooking?" Artie Van Arlen asked him. "Yes, but I'm not much of a cook," Blythe said. "I I don't I won't get anything till the work's finished " "You should worry about that," Roy said. "I guess I can eat most anything," Blythe. "Can you eat as many as eleven?" Pee-wee laughed. "Can you eat as many as eleven?" Pee-wee demanded.
"Iss, from him; an' Mary Chirgwin found it 'pon the dead frame o' the poor gal, but 'twas partly pulp, along o' the water; an' Mary burned it wi'out readin' a word so she said, at least, though that's difficult to credit, human nature bein' as 'tis." "Then my work's the harder; but I'll find en, s'elp me God, even if us be grawed gray afore we meet."
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